249am
I am happy, you are sad
I am good but you are bad
Head of a bird is golden clad
He is a human so he’s gone mad
Time passes, Head now grey
Birdie’s head’s in the golden tray
Mighty shout is now a prey
Another led by times, astray
Death for him now, silently
Jerks his head but, diligently
Pretending to work, sheepishly
Beak of the bird is broken, see
All his pride and ego and vision
Life’s work and girl in the kitchen
He damaged, Bruised, Broken, Driven
He’s damaged, Bruised, Broken Driven
Golden claw of a merry kitten
What a stupidity!
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